I know I should use this kind of thing as a meaning to talk a little about me, but I really have nothing to say... If you are still reading my profile at this point is because you might be interested.

I was born in July, 1994 and I never left Brazil.
I am a BRONY and a FURRY, not really involved in the fandoms right now tho... But I would love to make more friends to chat and play.
I'm an 'artist' on my free times, I study veterinary and thats pretty much everything I can tell about me.

My name? I had many names and yet... I am no one.

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>End's Vow

Hands will be raised to pray for no one while a hundred stars burns out in the sky.
The dead will not rest until 9 parts are gone and two thirds of world has decayed.

Death will come from beneath and those who are still shall hold her hands and walk along watching the sunset.

Over and over and over.



>Father Time talks about belief.

Never believe in all the people that say "I love you".
Never believe in all the people that claim to be your friends.
But know that are few who are worth a little glance of faith.

Never believe in all the people that say "I hate you."
Never believe in all the people that claim to be your enemies.
But don't turn your back to all of them.

Never believe in all the people that are around you.
Never believe in YOURSELF.
Liars are everywhere.

Never believe in their Gods.
Never believe in their Demons.
We already have too many of our own.

Never believe in all the rules of the Universe.
The universe is big and so are the exceptions.

Never believe in life.
No matter if it is lovable or despicable.

The only truth is DEATH.
And even death is unbelievable.



>The storm to come.

"Father, tell me. Is there an exit to this death pit, or are we doomed to wander this wasteland?"

Fear not children of time.
Salvation will come from the dust, while the gods watch a new house be born, hoping it wouldn't make root and much less bear fruit.
But underestimating this small devilish house was their first mistake, their second was to claim their light was weak and fake.
They build their house, brick by brick, soul by soul, sweat, bullet and blood.
They make the basement for a forth empire and in no time their stream becomes a flood.
Fear not children of time.
For this time is about to come.




>Lesson about death.

Don't you think just because of your wealth or the lack of it you are more or less than any one.
From this life you will take nothing and nothing material will open or close the gates of a better afterlife.
Live your life fully, because noone knows when Death will mow your life away.
The only thing you will take are the deeds you've accomplished, be them good or bad.
And your path will be molded by your doings.

It is almost..... A child's play:
Do the good and you will be rewarded;
Do the bad and the punishment is to come.

But know that Hell and Heaven are nothing but a vague concept.
The truth is rather unpleasant and that is something I'll let you discover when the time comes.




>Just another devotee

In the middle of May the truth will betray the eyes of the man.
For heaven will rise the dead with burning stars and cold clouds.
The man will blame hell, but Lucifer is asleep.
God's left hand is the one who got his feathers all over the world.

Even seeing, the man is blind on a faith of lies.
The light seems not to shine... And his sight is too narrow.
All the man can see is death and despair, but he should've known...
This is not the end...
This is the newborn of an Empire.
The bloom of a new age.

The old have to go, to make place for the new.
A world have to end, so another can be born.




>Make me

[...]
Make me the tool and I shall be of use.
Make me the friend and I shall be forever.
Make me the unwelcome and I shall leave.
Make me the hero and I shall not take credit.
Make me the enemy and I shall take the blame.
Make me the pillar of your world and I shall stand tall.
Make me the keeper of your sleep and I shall never rest.
Make me the shield of your Empire and I shall never break.
Make me the sword of your night's watch and I shall be sharp as the devil.
Make me the weapon, but never make me stop loving.

Love for this land, the good folks and the Empire.
Love is all I want to have at the end of the world.
[...]




>Ancient

One can live on for so long or be so broken with rage or trauma the mind rots and madness takes over, but this old soul has been around for so much time, even madness, rage or revenge got old and something else took the helm, not a dementia, but also not sanity.
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